Chapter 2: The Ancestral Hall Invites Battle

The neat courtyard is heavily guarded inside and outside, and the drizzle outside is hazy, but the inside of the house is warm.

On the messy sheets, a man and a woman sat snuggled.

"Xiaolian, in the future, this jade screen flute will belong to the young master." Feeling the soft touch coming from the palm of his hand, Yu Mo squinted his eyes, full of enjoyment.

"This is a psychic soldier, isn't Young Master Mo afraid of those old guys gossiping?" The delicate woman in her arms still has a blush on her face after the wind and rain, and she wears a light veil alone, and her plump white skin can't hide her charm.

"Hmph, my uncle is finally dying, and the position of the head of the family will also slide to my father's head, in the days of the Yu family in the future, they still have to look at the face of the young master, if they dare to say a word at this moment, it will be death." There was a bit of gloom on his face, and his delicate eyes were full of coldness.

"But what if the old guy wakes up?" The jade fingers rotated, and Yu Mo's chest drew a circle, and his delicate body swept over his sensitive places from time to time, Xiaolian was originally a girl in the long house, and when she entered the Yu family since she was a child, she knew how to please men and pursue the upper position.

"Awake? Hmph, an old guy who is already extinct, how can he bear me? Yu Mo smiled disdainfully, bent down and pressed the beautiful woman in his arms on the couch, and when his heart moved, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Young Master Mo, it's not good." The person who knocked on the door knew the rules very well, and did not approach the window paper, but only whispered a step away.

"What?" Yu Mo forcibly endured the monstrous anger in his heart, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became sharp.

Every man, interrupted at this critical time, will turn into a rampaging tiger when he thinks about it.

"That waste, resurrected."

"Resurrection, who?" Almost didn't think about it, blurted out, and the next moment, Yu Mo reacted, jumped out of bed suddenly, and regardless of the lack of a wisp on his upper body, he quickly opened the door, frowned and said in a deep voice: "How is it possible, didn't you confirm that he had lost his breath at that time?" ”

"But who knows, the news came from the people just now, at the gate of the town, Ding Shan and Ding He came back with the coffin board, and the waste was sitting on the coffin board."

"Really?" Yu Mo's expression was very solemn, seeing the general trend of the family that was about to arrive, where would he be willing to give it up so easily.

"Lin Quan has already led the dead to greet him, but I'm afraid that he is almost at the door of his house at this time."

"Hmph, it's just a waste, let people go and block it immediately, I'll talk to my father about countermeasures first." Yu Mo made a slight assessment, then made a decision, returned to the room, let the beautiful woman on the couch put on his clothes, and hurried towards the family ancestral hall.

The sound of the rain gradually blurred, and the eyes of the spies in each room outside the door of the house converged together, and secretly, it was already boiling the pot.

"The eldest young master has come back from the dead, it's gratifying, a group of things that don't have long eyes, and they haven't stepped forward to take a hand and move a comfortable position for the eldest young master." Squinting a pair of small eyes, a handful of beard on his chin shook and shaking, he was greeted outside the door of the mansion by such a villain-faced steward.

After the break, Yu Yang had already remembered that he was Zhu Hui, the steward of the outer courtyard of the palace, and the loyal lackey of the second uncle Yu Zhanpeng, indeed, if it is said in the words of the 21st century, it is indeed such an intimate title.

"Click" turned over and landed, his movements seemed very stiff, but fortunately, Lin Quan, who was standing on his side, helped Yu Yang.

"Ahem" coughed lightly, Yu Yang originally wanted to hide his embarrassing side, but as soon as he looked up, there was a little more contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the dozen or so people standing outside the door.

"Get out of the way" Yu Yang waved his hand and raised his feet forward.

"The eldest young master is slow, there is something wrong with this shroud, if you go back home like this, I'm afraid it will cause bad luck." Zhu Hui smiled and stepped forward to support Yu Yang.

"Coming back from the dead, what bad luck Young Master Ben hasn't seen, even the Yama on the ninth floor of the underground has also seen it, by the way, you won't mean to prevent Young Master Ben from returning home, right?" Yu Yang turned his head and met Zhu Hui's deliberately suppressed smile, his face sank, and his face was already pale and weak, but it looked even more hideous and terrifying at the moment.

"How dare you be small." Zhu Hui's heart suddenly collapsed, and the image of Yu Yang, who was originally weak and incompetent in his heart, collapsed, when will this waste young master also be able to turn around and poke through other people's minds.

"Then get out." Yu Yang raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were cold.

"Which blind guy is this, who dares to provoke our eldest young master." Diagonally, a group of people suddenly walked out, interrupting the tension of the scene.

Light blue robe, graceful when walking, always smiling on his face, squinting, making it difficult to detect his thoughts, the person who came was Yu Hai, the young master of the third room.

"The eldest brother has come back from the dead, this is a great joy, why don't you invite the eldest young master to go in and change into clothes, the ancestral hall is still deliberating, such a big event, the eldest young master can't be absent." Yu Hai bowed slightly and bowed to Yu Yang, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to become a crescent moon.

"Ancestral hall discussions? The eldest young master ......" Lin Quan's face changed, and he immediately hurriedly looked at Yu Yang.

"Thank you." Yu Yang arched his hand towards Yu Hai, raised his foot and walked into the door, and soon, he disappeared around the corner of the front yard.

"Young Master Hai, this ......" Zhu Hui stepped forward with a gloomy face, wanting to accuse Yu Hai.

"Steward Zhu, Young Master Ben can't stop this group of murderous guys." Yu Hai glanced at Qin Hui obliquely, and quickly followed his heels with his own people, making a detour in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"Young master, this time, we offended the second room to death." During the march, a confidant behind him suddenly opened his mouth towards Yu Hai.

"Offended? Hmph, he Yu Mo wants to be in power, and he can't rely on the strength of my three rooms, if he Yu Zhanpeng can really cover the sky with one hand, he won't ask someone to invite me to be a villain. Yu Hai's footsteps paused, as far as his eyes could see, the courtyard not far away was the Yu family ancestral hall, Yu Yang and others had already raised their feet into the ancestral hall.

"Well, the show is on."

Everyone was silent and raised their eyes one after another.

Passing through the three-zhang high courtyard gate, revealing the spacious space inside, under the tablets of the ancestors of the Ding family, dozens of seats are placed, and at this moment, there is an extra figure on many chairs.

They are silent and thoughtful, or they are full of anxiety, some are hesitant, and some are full of hatred, but most of them maintain a wait-and-see attitude.

"All the uncles are here." Yu Yang took the lead in smiling heartily, which not only covered up the weakness of his pale face, but also alleviated the embarrassment of the scene.

"Yoko"

"Nephew"

As soon as the words fell, one after the other, two figures walked towards Yu Yang with the people in the ancestral hall.

"Uncle Seven, Uncle Jie." Yu Yang bowed and took the lead in recognizing the identities of the two.

"Haha, good boy, just come back." Lao Qi Yu Zhanyue, is the Yu family's focus on industry, the steward of the refining workshop, and the head of the family Yu Zhanpeng is the brother of a compatriot, if it weren't for the fact that he rushed back from a distance this time, it is estimated that at this moment, he would be lying on the bed like Yu Yang's Laozi.

"Yes, it's sturdy." Yu Zhanjie smiled and gave Yu Yang a light punch, without the slightest yuan force, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

"Yu Yang greets your uncles, uncles." Yu Yang nodded with a smile, stepped forward, and solemnly saluted the elders, although he didn't like these red tape in ancient times, but if he wanted to win the support of these people, he had to bow his head.

"Everyone, let's continue, the eldest brother is sick in bed, unconscious, if the position of the head of the family is vacant, how to suppress the panic inside and outside the family, and keep the foundation of the family for hundreds of years." However, when no one responded, Yu Zhanfeng stood up, glanced at the elders of the Yu family in the hall, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Second uncle, the head of the family is not dead yet, are you in such a hurry and monopolize the power?" Yu Yang smiled and walked up the steps, just about to walk towards the lobby, where it was the battlefield where he returned to the family and fought for power and profit.

As soon as the words fell, many people lowered their heads and frowned at the same time, and Yu Zhanlong, the third man with the darkest face, couldn't help but scold in his heart: "This idiot, why do you not know the severity so much." ”

"The head of the family can't be a director, according to my family rules, I can naturally choose another head of the family, what's the matter, my nephew has an opinion?" Yu Zhanfeng didn't smile, and he couldn't bear to be angry in his heart.

"According to the clan rules, the virtuous do not avoid relatives, is the nephew also qualified to participate in this election?" Yu Yang's heart sank, this old guy is really hard stubble.

"Haha...... you still have a month to reach the crown, you don't have the crown, how to participate in family affairs, nephew should go back to the courtyard to rest, the affairs in the ancestral hall will be handed over to us elders." Yu Zhanfeng's face was full of shame, and sure enough, this waste still took the initiative to send it to the door and give himself a chance to scold.

"I don't know what the second uncle thinks, who can be qualified for the position of the head of the family?" Yu Yang's phone turned and threw it to everyone in the hall.

"Naturally, it is the second brother, the second brother has been in charge of the family finances for many years, he has gained prestige, and he is the seventh grade yuan master, and now he is the strongest person in the clan who cultivates to the first, except for the second brother, who can be qualified for the position of the head of the family?" As soon as the words fell, someone stood up, and in front of everyone, the man did not hide his flattering smile.

"The position of the head of the family, I will take over the family lineage, and I will wait for the descendants of the family, so naturally I don't dare to have the slightest opinion, but if I remember correctly, there seems to be such a provision in the family rules." The corners of Yu Yang's mouth rose slightly, and he glanced at Yu Zhanfeng with interest, his eyes wandering back and forth in the hall, but in the end, it fell on a brocade-clothed young man standing on the edge of the ancestral hall.

"The father is humble, and the son should inherit it, I don't know if Brother Mo has such ability?"

The fluttering words fell on the ears of many Yuan Master powerhouses in the hall, and they had already set off a stormy wave.

"Ahem"

"Yoko"

Behind him, two reminders came one after another.

"I also ask you to testify, today, since my cousin invited me to fight, Mo'er should accompany me." Yu Mo walked to the open space outside the ancestral hall with a gloomy face, stretched out his wrist, and an emerald green jade flute fell into his hand.

Yu Yang's face was cloudy, and when he saw the jade flute appear, it was even more black and almost dripping water.

Coldly glanced at the powerhouses who walked out of the ancestral hall to watch the battle, stretched out his hand and pointed at Yu Mo and shouted: "Brother Mo, you have to be careful, your fists and feet have no eyes?" ”